Kennedy rolled out of bed fairly early that morning. She ran a hand through her hair to combat any knots that may have occurred during her slumber before making her way to the bathroom. The night before she received an e-mail calling for a meeting of the group she joined recently. The Sunday Group.

Were it a normal day before, she would be briefing herself on her case before getting ready to head to court to either talk to the defendant or talking to the judge. However, life wasn't so simple anymore. When you see an entire courtroom become eviscerated in a matter of seconds by what you could only describe as some demonic entity from some child's nightmare, then a normal life is not your calling.

So here she was getting ready to meet up with the group to continue to solve the mysteries that plagued the world.

She hopped out of the shower, dried herself off, and put on her make-up before stepping back into her bedroom to pick out her clothing for the day. She decided on a navy blue pantsuit with a light blue shirt. Opting to wear her glasses instead of contacts today, she put them on. She checked herself out in the mirror before she walked out the door.

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Chicago was a complex city, but it offered multiple means of transportation. She enjoyed driving, but the city didn't agree with her often. She could take the bus, but she would have to stop and get off. The train was the easiest. She could take the orange line near her apartment and transfer to the red and get off fairly easily.

She took out her card and got through the train gates easily as others struggled in their morning commute. She got on the train and found a seat near the end. She paid no mind to the others on the train. She wasn't the type to make idle chit-chat with random strangers. They had their own business and she had hers.

On her way there, she thought about how she came to find the Sunday Group. It was about 6 months after countless therapy sessions that she got a random card in her mailbox. It asked her a simple question.

[i]"Do you want to know the truth?"[/i]

Curious as all hell, she called immediately and was met with a kind voice who offered her a chance to find the truth she had been desperately searching for as well as helping other people. Having quit her former law firm, she wondered if they were looking to hire a lawyer.

As it turned out, no they weren't (though she was told that having a lawyer with them could get them out of a good number of sticky situations). But she couldn't deny that feeling of finding out the truth. What happened that night at the courthouse? Why did it happen? What could other events be attributed to the unknown?

She nearly missed her stop in her daydream and quickly got off and on to the red line train. After a few stops she made it to her destination.

Stopping at the nearby Starbucks to pick up a Grande Vanilla Chai Latte with Low Fat Milk and a dash of Mocha, she made her way into their office. It wasn't the most glamourous building, but then again if you did the kind of work they did, you didn't really want all eyes on you.

She made her way to their meeting spot. She sat down and sipped her drink, waiting for the others to arrive. As they trickled in, her eyes hit Manny and she fought an eye roll that begged to come out. Whatever, she wouldn't bother with him right now. She had a job to do.